Concealed with Obsession

32. Lost

Jeene marne ki hum the vajah aur
Hum hi
Bevajah ho gye
Dekhte dekhte
Sochta hun ke vo kitne maasum the
Kya se kya ho gye
Dekhte dekhte

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Patiala, Punjab

Akaal's pov

The mansion erupted into chaos as flames engulfed the grand structure.

The explosion shattered windows and sent debris flying, igniting a cascade of fires that raced through the rooms.

The roaring flames licked at elegant furnishings and intricate decor, devouring everything in their path with insatiable hunger.

Thick, acrid smoke billowed into the night sky, blotting out stars as firefighters battled fiercely to contain the inferno. The once-stately mansion now glowed ominously, a haunting silhouette against the backdrop of a moonlit sky, its fate hanging in the balance amidst the tumultuous blaze.

"M-meri N-noor...Me-meri Jun-Junnu-" unknown wetness could be felt on my cheeks and my eyes about which I could care less.

My heart pounded as I watched in horror from outside the mansion, knowing my wife and daughter were trapped within. The explosion had torn through the serene facade of our home, unleashing a torrent of fire and chaos. Desperate shouts and frantic sirens echoed in the night as firefighters battled the inferno.

I strained to see through the billowing smoke, praying for any sign of their safety. Every crackle of flames seemed to mock my fear, while the heat intensified, stinging my skin.

I ran towards the mansion.

Towards them.

Mera pariwar, meri zindagi udhar andar hai.

Mujhe jaana hai unke pas.

Meri biwi, meri bachi.

The Mansion looked as if it never existed.

Just flames.

My guards held me from back and forcefully stopped me from going in.

Emotions? What is that?

I just want my wife and my daughter back.

"FUCKING LEAVE ME" I ordered with anger.

But none of my guards barged away.

"I SAID LEAVE ME" My voice was hoarse.

"Please let me go to my wife and daughter.." and my voice broke.

Nirvair's cries could be heard since that explosion and my cries were heard in my heart.

"Noor-" I fell on my knees.

Nirvair cried even more.

I realised the guards had left me, I try to run but again they held me.

The fire brigade came and did their work and all I could say was, "Get my wife, my daughter..please"

I was already half dead, but I had that little hope in my heart.

"W-we couldn't spot them-" I pushed him away.

main suneyaa mere naam nu sunke roeya ain
mere haal nu sunke yaara ve das ki karenga

I ran inside.

None of the places could be recognised.

None.

I cried.

I shouted.

I screamed

Chal puchdi a
Tenu dasna paina'
Main rovaangi te
Tenu hasna paina

Kya socha tha aur kya ho gaya.

Sab barbaad.

I fell down and cried.

And cried.

And cried.

Till blackness consumed me.

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As I slowly stirred awake, the soft comfort of the bed embraced me, but my mind immediately raced to thoughts of my wife and daughter. They filled my consciousness like a flood, their images vivid and urgent despite the tranquil surroundings.

I blinked, trying to shake off the remnants of a dream that felt too real, too fraught with worry.

Questions raced through my mind: Where were they? Were they safe? The silence of the room amplified my unease, contrasting sharply with the tumult of emotions within me.

As I gradually awakened to the comfort of the bed, a sinking realization settled in—it wasn't a dream. My wife and daughter were not there.

Panic gripped my chest as I scanned the room, searching desperately for any sign of them.

The absence of their familiar presence was stark and unsettling. The silence that once seemed peaceful now echoed with an ominous emptiness. I called out their names, my voice wavering with a mix of fear and hope, but there was no response.

I reached for my phone again, dialing their numbers repeatedly, hoping beyond hope for a reassuring sound at the other end.

The ringing seemed to stretch on forever, each unanswered call deepening my sense of helplessness.

Reality crashed down around me, stark and unforgiving. They were gone, and I was left grappling with the unbearable weight of uncertainty. Tears welled in my eyes as I clung to the last shreds of hope, praying for a sign, a message, anything to confirm they were okay.

In that moment of profound solitude, the emptiness of the bed became a poignant reminder of their absence, a haunting echo of the love and warmth they had brought to my life.

"NOOOOR" I screamed with cries and suddenly the door of the room opened and a womanly figure entered.

"N-Noor?"

The figure was holding Nirvair. I know it because my baby was crying.

"N-Noor? Y-You're back. I-I knew you won-t l-leave me I-......."

"Akaal, a-are you alright? I_I heard about the explosion and-"

"Mom?"

She came to me and hugged me and cried.

"Mom, Noor kaha hai? Please boldo she's fine."

Mom cried as well.

"Please boldo kuch toh-"

She did not speak anything.

She just cried more and more.

I ran my hands through my hair as tears flowed through my eyes even more.

"Ye sab kya ho gya.."

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